She's Obsessed Wit' My Man

Chapter 1: Shy'Nia

Goin' Through It

As bad as I don't want to believe the hype, I had to. With Marcel not bringing his ass in the house last night, he kind of made it hard for me not to believe it. I figured he would be back in after cooling off for a few hours but that didn't happen. I don't know where he stayed or who he was with. I just know that I was pissed the fuck off. Marcel is a good man; he just needs to get his mind right and grow the fuck up. He also needs to go check his son's mother, especially if the bullshit she was saying wasn't true.

Not only was I pissed off due to him not coming home last night, but I was pissed because I had to call my sister to let her know that we weren't going to make it. The last thing I wanted was to hear was her preaching about how I needed to leave Marcel's ass alone. I wasn't in the mood for it, but I wasn't gonna have them sitting around waiting on us all day either. I sat on the sofa with the house phone in hand, contemplating on if I should call her, or if I should wait a little while longer for Marcel to come home. It was already six-thirty in the evening; we were supposed to be on our way out the door by now.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I decided to just call my sister and get this shit over with. I dialed her number, and then placed the phone to my ear. I listened to the phone ring twice before I heard an agitated Janine's voice sound off in my ear.

"Hey, J, what's goin' on?"

"Um, we were waiting on your call to let us know you were leaving out the door."

"I know; my bad. Um, we're not gonna make it though."

"WHAT YOU MEAN YOU NOT GONNA MAKE IT!" she yelled through the phone.

"Marcel and I got into it last night, and he left the house. Well, he hasn't come home, yet. Maybe we—" Janine cut in.

"No, maybe you need to leave his ass alone! Every time y'all get into a fight, he storms out like a lil' bitch and stays out all night. Like for real, for real, that's corny! He probably fucking some broad on the side for all you know."

"You're right; I should. Look, we not about to argue about this and that. Why don't you just come over, and I'll cook over here for us? You can come alone; you don't need to have Marcel with you every time you leave the house."

"You right ... I don't, but we'll take a raincheck. But um, maybe you and that big-headed ass Cortez can just come over for dinner tomorrow night. We both know I cook better than you anyways."

"Yeah, whatever!" We both laughed.

"Anyways, I'm about to figure out what I'm eating tonight. Lord knows I ain't cooking nothing."

"Shit, I hear that. But, you need to lay off all that fast food you be eating. You know it's not healthy for you."

"Girl, bye! When in the hell did you start worrying about what's healthy for me and what's not? You're acting all brand-new and shit. Anyways, I cut down on fast foods a lot. Maybe I'll just go make me a salad instead. You happy now?" Janine knew my ass was lying.

"Shy'Nia, please, girl. If that wasn't the funniest shit to come out your mouth. I know, you not goin' to make yourself no damn salad. Those wide hips you got tell an untold story that will never truthfully come out your mouth. Go and order yourself something to eat, and I'll see your crazy ass tomorrow. Love you, Nia."

"Love you more, J." We disconnected the call.

My sister is my everything; there is nothing I wouldn't do for that girl. Nope, not a damn thing. I would kill for her; shit, I would rob a bank for her, and cut off a nigga's balls for her. Even though she had me by three years in age, I always came off as if I were the eldest. Janine is the only living relative I had in Connecticut since our parents died. I won't get into all that right now, but eventually, you'll find out what happened. The sound of keys being turned in the lock of the front door snatched me up out of my thoughts. I heard the door open and shut. I got up and rushed over towards the front door. He looked over at me, and then proceeded to go towards the stairs.